A/N: This fic was requested two whole months ago. Iām so sorry it took me forever to write. I hope it makes up for it. @nakamoto-papoyaki maybe you could pass this on to Potato Anon?Ā
Genre: An unhealthy amount of Fluff
Word Count: 4,162 (Sorry. I went off)
āWhy does he have to look so good!ā
āStop staring at him, and go ask him out you ass!ā Maybe that was the logical solution to your problem. But would you listen to Allison? Never.
āNo! Iām not ready to be rejected!ā
āWho says youād be rejected?ā She was really annoyed at this point. The boys you fell for never seemed too hot to her.
āFor one, heās a senior and Iām a sophomore. Second,ā You must have looked insane, all wide eyed with two fingers splayed before you. āHeās amazing at everything. You know how uncoordinated I am! Ā And third, all his friends would think Iām the ugliest scum on the earth, Have you seen how hot they all are!ā Allison had scooted to the end of the bench to avoid how close you grew each sentence. āItāll never work!ā Punctuated by a dejected sigh, you drop your head to the table.
Dong Sicheng was only the man of your dreams. As an avid dancer, he won many competitions, resulting in his nickname: Winwin. (See what I did there?) Anyways, something about him was different. While others would say heās just attractive, to you he was drop-dead gorgeous. Something about the clothes he wore, or the way he styled his hair. Even the drab school outfits looked like Gucci on him! His friends were all gorgeous as well, constantly surrounded by girls vying for their attention. All of which were gorgeous and popular as well. Looks aside, Winwin was a total sweetheart. His kind acts and sweet smiles lit up your days, fluttering your heart. It was pointless to even dream of him.
āWinwin, didnāt you say you always wanted to join the schoolās radio team?ā Renjun held a flyer announcing application openings in his hand.
As Sichengās closest friend, Renjun knew how much Sicheng loved radio casting. Throughout their childhood Winwin tended to be more reserved and quiet compared to the sarcastic younger. His love for radio started at a young age, a love for radio shows being his main obsession. Since he was shy, it was a win-win. (lol) He could interact with others without the pressures of a camera trained on him. Lucky for him, the school opened up a radio station when he was a sophomore, making his dream more obtainable. The only problem: the aforementioned shyness. This year was the first year he had been willing to apply, feeling more relaxed as Renjun had broken him out of his shell. Keeping him around was definitely Sichengās best idea, although he did tend to get choked quite frequentlyā¦ Ā
āThey have openings!ā Renjun didnāt know what hit him. One minute He held a paper in his hand, the next minute he held nothing but air, and his friend was gone.
Sprinting to the office as fast as he could, he paid no attention to his surroundings. In hindsight, he really should have, seeing how he smacked into someone in his haste. WHAM! Next thing Sicheng knew, he was on the ground.
On impact, an array of brightly colored paper exploded from your hands. A teacher had asked you to transport a stack of paper from the copy center to her room, now you were regretting choosing the route you did. As far as you knew, permanent back damage, or a concussion may have ensued. Your body felt as if it had been hit by a train with how fast the collision was. A groan escaped your lips as you twisted your body to catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. Youāre gonna give that dweeb a piece of your mind! After twenty seconds, your swollen body had tilted all the way and - NO! No freaking way! Of course itās him. Just another sick and twisted trick the world played on you. Nothing like your longtime crush watching as you lay crippled on the filthy tile. Thereās no way on Godās green earth youād let him see you so rumpled and awkward as this!
Maybe I should run away. Yeah. Iāll pick up whatās left of my dignity and limp as fast as I can.
Twisting as best as you could, you stood up. What you didnāt anticipate, however, was how painful the pressure on your ankle would be. The pain was far too great to bear, and you felt yourself go down, arms flailing to stop gravityās harsh pull. Although a valiant effort was made on your part, it was two strong arms around your waist that finally righted you. In one swift movement, Winwin pulled you against his chest, effectively stopping your motion. Once your feet were firmly planted on the floor, he removed his arms, keeping you steady with a hand on your shoulder.
āAre you okay?ā The worry in his voice warmed your heart. Never had you pictured him noticing you, let alone touching you. A tingling sensation filled your whole being the moment his arms met your waist, and it wasnāt going away any time soon.
Cautiously, you turned to him. It took a hot minute, having to maneuver on a swollen ankle. āY-yeah. Iām okay.ā Your reply did little to soothe his worry. Winwin could tell you were in pain, and he felt awful. He felt awful for putting you in pain.
āCan you walk?ā Why did he have to look so cute? His brow furled slightly, and his luscious lips protrude slightly. It was nice to know he felt bad, but did he have to look so irresistible?
āIām totally fine.ā When you decided to take a step to prove it, he once again reached to save you from the harsh tile. āI guess I canāt.ā
With that, he moved closer, taking your arm in his hand. His grip was perfectly gentle as he placed the arm over his shoulder. His other hand moved around your waist, holding you as tight as possible to his side. By the time you two had limped to the office, lunch period was nearly over. Of course Winwin had to make matters- and your butterflies- worse as he stayed, attentively watching over you and even assisting you to your next class. Sicheng firmly brushed off your protests, assuring you it didnāt matter if he was late. Everything would be okay as long as you were. None of this helped the growing warmth on your face, and pounding in your chest.
A week later, the pain had barely ceased, though you could barely feel from the state of euphoria you were in. After nearly a year of dreaming and hoping, you had nagged yourself a place on the radio team. Every year, a new radio crew was picked. One boy and one girl from each grade were selected each year to explore talents in broadcasting, and news casting for three months. A former graduate, Johnny Seo, had begun the program two years earlier, his senior year. It was no secret Johnny had a knack for radio. Ratings had instantly skyrocketed when his voice was heard over the radio waves. A recent graduate (and heartthrob) Jung Jaehyun snagged a permanent spot on the show, making the entire female population swoon with his sweet voice and dimples.
Although you had pined over the spot for nearly a year, no luck had come. Until today.
āAHHHHHHHHH!!ā A shrill shriek echoed the hallways, indicating your elation. āFINALLY! FINALLY FINALLY! AHHHHH!ā After a good half hour, and several breathing exercises, Allison finally got you calmed down.
āWhen do you start?ā Although Allison acted as if she couldnāt be bothered with your drama at times, a smile could be detected in her voice.
āMonday! I canāt believe it! Iāve only wanted this for forever! You know how hard Iāve tried, and finally- eech!ā
āI know. I know how much you deserve this. Iām so ready for you to show the world your talent!ā Allison finished by pulling you into an abrupt hug. This rare act of kindness melted your heart for the bristly young lady. Wasting no time, you reciprocated the action, wrapping your arms around her.
She pulled away hastily, a blush on her face. āDonāt get used to that.ā There she was.
Monday came, (although it felt like 800 years passed) and you found yourself before the broadcasting room doors. Allison had walked you there, hoping to help soothe the nerves jumping wild though your body.
āYou got this Y/N. You must be good if you were picked for this. Donāt let them down.ā Ā Surely you appeared insane, mumbling to yourself in a nearly vacant hall.
āGirl. Look at me,ā Grabbing your face, she forced you to make eye contact. āDonāt underestimate yourself. You got this. Now go make me proud.ā With an unceremonious shove, you felt yourself flailing towards the door, barely keeping your footing. Youād get her for that later.
As the door swung open, your mouth fell agape at the wonder of the room. A booth for sound and lighting lied to the right, complete with state of the art equipment. To the left lay a white board, marked with obscure words and phrases, a brainstorming area. Directly center was the main event. A table containing monitors, headsets, and microphones. Many new faces, and some familiar ones circulated the room, antiquating themselves with the surroundings.
Your whole body crackled with excitement. Everything felt perfect. The chance to prove yourself had come, and all you could do was pray this went smoothly.
The first order of business was to introduce yourself to the man in charge. Gaining a good relationship with Johnny would drastically improve the chances of obtaining a recommendation for future work. Standing on the tips of your toes to see above the hubbub, you recognized him by, first, how tall he was, and second, the carefree smile that seemed to constantly paint his features. The only problem- his attention had already been claimed by a young man speaking animatedly, hands flying everywhere. Deciding to avoid any lines that could possibly form, you moved closer, hoping to snag him as he finished.
Moving felt excruciating. The short walk felt like ages due to your bad ankle dragging you down. As you settled yourself in a chair near Johnny, you got a proper look at the man he was conversing with. You almost with you hadnāt, for the realization almost sent you tumbling to the floor. The boy in question was none other than, (you guessed it) Sicheng himself.
This must be some cruel joke brought upon you by whoever was manipulating your life. It only got worse when he recognized you despite the attempts to duck your reddened face.
āY/n! I didnāt think Iād see you here. Howās your ankle?ā
āUmā¦ Itās getting better, but itās still pretty painful.ā
You hadnāt meant to make him feel guilty, but his sorrowful expression revealed how bad he still felt. āIām so sorry I caused all this mess, and if thereās any way I can make it better, Iāll do it.ā
āThereās no need. I wasnāt watching where I was going. Honestly, itās not your fault.ā
āBut. But I feel so bad. Youāre the innocent one in this situation, I want to show how sorry I am.ā
āIt seems like you two know each other. You must be good friends. I can almost feel the energy you two share. This makes my job a lot easier. Weāll adjust the schedule to broadcast you two together.ā Johnny was smiling as if a load had been lifted from his shoulders.
While this was a great deal for Johnny, it couldnāt have been or any worse for you. Being with your High School crush for a 60 Minute period everyday almost sounded too good to be true. But at the same time, thereās no way you could hold the conversation with him without blushing like crazy and giving yourself away. Winwin on the other hand, thought it was an okay deal. He felt bad for injuring you, and youāre pretty cute, and youāre also the only girl heād been able to hold a conversation with so he thought āWhy not?ā
As the class was seated, you got your first good look at Jaehyun. You could see why all the girls love him. His dimples were definitely noteworthy, and something about him made you feel at ease. You surely needed it with how close Winwin was sitting by you, his knee brushing yours occasionally. Looking around, you noticed the effect Jaehyun was having on everyone. Not only the girls, but some guys were also captured in his comforting aura, subconsciously leaning into his words. No wonder they hired the guy.
Once the introductions had finished, it was homework time. Groans and whispers of disgust entered the room, homework on the first day of the trimester? Johnny instructed everyone to split into partners, and assigned the task: a chemistry test. āItās important to have a good vibe when on air. No one wants to listen to a show with junky chemistry. You need to feel each other, you get me?ā Johnny sounded more like a California surf boy the more you listened to him. It didnāt take long for you and Sicheng to turn to each other, a mutual question in your eyes.
āDo you wannaā¦.?ā He was getting all shy again, blushing slightly and avoiding eye contact. If you werenāt feeling the same way, youād probably think it was cute.
āY-yeah. That would be nice. Very nice.ā Wow. Who knew he wore such nice shoes? Anything to avoid eye contact. Too bad you missed the small smile gracing his eager features.
Johnnyās āchemistry testā proved to be the wackiest assignment youāve ever completed. Questions about zodiac sign matches, and deep questions about auras. Honestly 90% of your answers were BSād. Although some questions kinda made sense, future plans and qualities in friends. Luckily for you two, the answers matched up for the most part. Although you felt this assignment was total crap, you were able to learn more about each other. Through the process, Winwin came to know you as more than the quiet underclassman he occasionally saw in the halls. His eyes were opened to your world, pulled in as you spoke of your passion for journalism. Your voice took him on a journey, filled with such passion it almost scared him. Why hadnāt he met you earlier? Everything seemed to click into place, making Sicheng wish he had conversed with you earlier, thinking about the friendship you could have formed.
Amidst the rant, you completely missed the change in his expression. Casual interest morphing to adoration, eyes never leaving your face, scared to miss every detail. Why hadnāt he noticed how beautiful you were? Something inside urged him to make a move, to ask you out. The thought caused him to blink out of his stupor, catching him off guard. Thereās no way he could make such a proposition, heād never get the words out. Besides, who would want to date such an awkward dork?
Luckily your partnership passed the test with flying colors, and you two were assigned as a permanent pair. As the week passed, Sichengās feelings only grew deeper for you, as a result of the time spent together every day. He began to notice little things he never knew about you. Like how your eyes lit up when you talked about your cat, or something you were passionate about. Or how cutely you yawned when you were tired. He was so grateful to the class for bringing you together, for giving him an amazing new friendship. Or maybe something more.
The time for Prom was fast approaching, and the scramble to find a date had begun. Deep down, you knew the outcome would be the same as last year, watching movies on your couch while eating who knows how many calories. But deep down you couldnāt help but hope youād be asked. By a certain someone as well.
A month before the big day you found yourself in broadcasting class, trudging through the morningās session. The subject: The perfect prom day date. While the others gave quite helpful input, you stayed silent, having never been to a dance before. Somewhere among the talk of desert ideas, Jaehyun noticed the lack of your voice. āy/n, How about you? What activities would you recommend?ā At least this wasnāt a televised program, or else the whole school would have seen your flushed cheeks.
āUrm. Iāve never actually, um, been to a dance.ā The room turned dead silent, making the situation even worse.
āWellā¦ youāre missing out.ā Replied none other than Winwin.
āJust wait, y/n. The boys will be crawling over each other to ask now they know youāre free. Why donāt you say a little something, something to get them interested.ā Youād be grateful for Johnnyās help if you didnāt feel so pitiful. How sad was this? It almost felt like an advertisement: Date Me, Iām desperate! Ā
āUrm, I may be quiet, but once you get to know me youāll be pleasantly surprised. Iām like a fungus -I grow on people.ā Oh no. Maybe this radio thing wasnāt such a good idea. Jaehyun and Johnny seemed to understand why youād never dated and shared a look of embarrassment. At least one person found you funny. Sicheng let out a string of giggles, running his fingers through his hair and smiling to himself. How could someone be this cute?
Of course it was raining. Youād only spent an hour on your hair, might as well ruin it. Today was one of those days. One of those days where nothing goes well. An unexpected power outage gave you an experience youād never wanted - the opportunity to shower in water the temperature of the Arctic Ocean. Allison was out with the flu, and you were forced to fend for yourself. To top it all off youād received a horrible grade on your history essay and a severe scolding from your instructor. The rain was only a minor inconvenience.
As you sat upon the curb after your valiant effort to stop a departing bus had failed, the tears came. Salty wetness plummeted from your nose as strangled sobs escaped your throat. The dreary rain made everything feel impossible. Constant failure and loneliness only fed the soggy beast.
Sicheng. Not now. Heād never find you attractive again once heās seen the blotchy, runny mess called your face. You werenāt turning for anything.
āAre you ok?ā Canāt he take a hint!
āYe-yes.ā Nobody in their right mind would believe the lie. Certainly not Winwin.
The dreary skies darkened further as he surged forward and gently grasped your shoulder. A symphony of thunder swelled as you were encircled in his arms and a sense of security. He understood your reluctance to reveal your face. He also understood the embarrassment over the running makeup staining your cheeks. But to him, you were beautiful. āYou donāt need itā he whispered, deftly wiping away the remnants of makeup. Once the substance had been removed, his lips descended upon your forehead, leaving a whisper of a kiss. Warmth shot from your head to your toes. It was better than any drug or medicine, healing instantly. āCome with me. Letās make you smile again.ā You offered no resistance, allowing yourself to be led to his car.
The night turned out to be one of the best memories you ever kept. Winwin treated you to dinner and a movie, never releasing your hand from his firm grasp. Tracing comforting circles upon your skin, he let you vent and empathised (lol. Empathy) with your emotions. After you extricated yourself from a final hug and had bid him farewell, you confronted the situation. Did he see you as something more or just a friend. Friends hold hands, right?Ā
The Monday after your soggy encounter, Sicheng cornered you in the cafeteria. āUm. So Iām having a partyā¦ at seven tonight. I was wondering if you would come.ā His endearing shyness made the offer hard to refuse (like you even wanted to.) āItās at my place. Just a small party. My closest friends. You could even invite some friends too. I mean, thatās if you want to come.ā He was doing the thing again, his words coming out all choppy- a telltale sign he was nervous.
āIād love to. I know just the person to invite.ā When you smiled, Winwin swore his heart burst.
āYOUāRE INVITED TO HIS PARTY!!ā You should have broke this to Allison gently, but excitement overcame you.
āYeah. And he told me to bring someone too. I hope youāre free tonight.ā
āFor reals!? Are we talking about the same Sicheng here? The one with the legendary parties? Because if you areā¦ girl donāt waste this opportunity.ā
āWhat do you mean?ā What opportunity could she be talking about?
āHeās totally got a thing for you. He only invites his closest friends to his parties. No one he doesnāt like gets in.ā
Oh goodness. Your encounters were becoming heavier, a tension falling between you. His actions had become harder to decipher, resulting in an endless headache. Maybe he felt the same? Thereās only one way to know. Ā
The party was starting in less than an hour and youād decided to do it. Youād decided to woman up and tell him how you feel. The worst he could do was say he didnāt reciprocate your feelings, Sicheng would never ridicule you. The cutest clothes were taken out of your closet, and the best makeup was applied. Only the best for the night youād finally bare your soul. Ā Ā
Between the bumping music and the darkened rooms, it was a miracle you found Sicheng. A few close friends? How many people does he know? Once you finally found him you had to physically force yourself to keep moving, nerves anchoring you in place. He looked hot. And that didnāt help either. Dressed in a casual button down shirt with simple skinny jeans, he was effortlessly handsome. When he saw you his face lit up. Little did you know, heād been anxious to see you as well. Grateful he was in a secluded area, you pressed forward.
āYou look really good y/n.ā Oh no. The blush was back. Would your cheeks ever be safe from his constant bombardment?
āHi Sicheng. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.ā Itās now or never girl. Pull yourself together.
āO-okay. I actually have something to tell you too.ā
āYou go first.ā Maybe he didnāt like you. What if he was disgusted by you and wanted you gone? If you let him go first maybe it would eliminate the awkwardness of a rejected confession.
āN-no. You go first. You initiated the conversation. Itās only fair.ā Was he really gonna be like this?
āFine. Letās do it at the same time. On the count of three. One, Two, Three.ā
The pair of you shared the same facial expression, shock. Do you really feel the same? Does he really feel the same? All caution was thrown to the wind, and you reached up to peck his cheek. For weeks youād wondered what it would feel like. To finally know how it felt to kiss him.
It seemed as if that wasnāt enough for Sicheng, as he pressed closer to you and connected your lips. The party faded, and reality blurred. The only thing that mattered was the way his lips felt on yours, how silky soft they were and how they moved almost hungrily against yours. The moment was so perfect. As if his lips were made for you, and you alone. His hands moved to cup your face, deepening the kiss while slowly tracing your skin with his fingers. Yours wound around his neck, never wanting to let go.
Eventually the kiss had to be broken and reality returned to, but not before he left one last kiss upon your lips. Neither of you had been one for words. But you understood exactly how the other felt. The kiss conveyed all you needed to know. As he held you so delicately in his arms while slow dancing to an Ed Sheeran song, you knew you loved him.
Scanning the room, you could barely make out where Allison had wound up. She was flirting with some boy named Yuta. From what you had gathered, he was a jock and a partier, but he seemed to be smitten with her. His arm slowly wound around her waist as they talked. One thing was for certain, she wouldnāt be going home without his number.
All was right in the world. You were suddenly grateful for the radio show. Awkward moments could have been avoided without it. Ā But one thingās for sure. Without it, youād never be where you were now- in the arms of the man you love. Ā
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